L-burna (layzie Bone) My Niggaz Lyrics

My Niggaz Lyrics

(Chorus) 

 Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 

 Ak-47, so you better hit the ground 

 Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 

 Ak-47, nigga get the fuck down! 

 

 (L-Burna) 

 Have you kicked it with this thug lately? 

 Well, if not, you need to try, 

 Baby,look deep into my mind, and you could find just what the game made me 

 Rough and rugged, come get this thuggish ruggish rush 

 Get a taste of what these bitches just can't touch 

 And I be the number one assasin, second to none and steadily blastin' 

 All of my niggas that know me ain't askin' what I be doin' to get this cash


 And ?? went out of fashion ?? to get you laid down 

 This St. Clair thugsta Bone 

 So all of them niggas that's flossin' the industry 

 We put one thru your dome 

 Nigga, here I go again, thuggish ruggish in the Benz 

 Bitches love me with these ends 

 Braids blowin' off in the wind 

 Tossin' forties out the windows with the top dropped, and my glock cocked 

 Little nigga, that block made hot, and i'm that nigga that blew the spot 

 Double nine to the 2 tripple zero, millenium hero 

 Nigga, I stay right with my people, 'cause these wicked ass streets be lethal


 Niggas is see thru, they transparent, they ghost writin' 

 'Cause a nigga like me, i'm tired 

 Keep a good reach up on my pile day and night 

 It's about that business, nigga, get checked, respect what's mine 

 Any you niggas cross the gunline, you can bet that ass is mine 

 Nigga, we done sold 30 million plus, who fuckin' with that? 

 Nigga, wanna test me and what I represent, i'll fuck you with a rap 

 That's why I be tuckin' my strap up under my lap when I get my creep on 

 Reason I stress this shit in each song, 

 'Cause I mean it when i'm screamin' murda 

 Have you ever heard of a nigga that went and got it? 

 Got a glock, then really shot it, mothafuckas that's bout it bout it 

 Little young niggas that's doin' they thing 

 True of game, are Thug Emortalz 

 Nigga, don't make me have to force my hand and body 'round your torso 

 But of course, hold no remorse for enemies or advasaries 

 It be body bags and caskets, skull and bones and cemetaries 

 

 (Chorus)4x 

 Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound? 

 Ak-47, so you better hit the ground